TRUTH Whenever you stand up For your conscience, Be prepared to be hated By the wicked. But never, ever, Let that scare you; For whenever you Stand up for God, By him, You are loved.
Emotions donβt interfere in my acting, nor in my life.
I couldnβt have dreamed you into existence because I didnβt even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.
For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and gives bitter words sweetening. For me, you are the scent of violins and vision of valleys smiling. And still, for me, your loveliness never ends. It traverses the world and finds its way back to me. Only me.
I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.
Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be said but I will spend my life trying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimism and hope. Your love is a better fate for me than anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then youβre the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But Iβve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart.
Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice β I shall always feel thirsty.
Think the tree that bears nutrition: though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition. So give all the love you have. Do not hold any in reserve. What is given is not lost; it shall return.